Английская вольная кавер-версия композиции Mylene Farmer "Pourvu Qu`Elles Soient Douces") I ache For his hazel eyes again piercing through me For his fabulous light hair Hardly caring what a feeling does to me And I'm never gonna care As he's moving downstairs I'm getting breathless As he's smiling I can't sleep In his arms I'm always feeling so helpless Never fell in love so deep I am independent not any longer When he's near I'm like a serf But his power's truly making me stronger In a world of twisted nerves He makes me (ah!) tonight forget where he came from Heavens see he's not a saint Now I do believe again I'm deserving Better than a love for rent Oh my God, I'm stained with blot No I don't regret of that This sweet sin with every single thought Makes completely lose head Oh Good Lord, my heart is hurt What to say about the rest? Mea culpa - he is no more hers Errare humanum est OK God will punish me for that if I'm worthy Condemnation will be rough Anyway I treasure him a lot more than His ex-almost second half He makes me (ah!) tonight forget that I'm famous By his side I'm not a star No one's gonna treat me so on the stages No one dares to go so far Oh my God, I'm stained with blot No I don't regret of that This sweet sin with every single thought Makes completely lose head Oh Good Lord, my heart is hurt What to say about the rest? Mea culpa - he is no more hers Errare humanum est |